The world was deathly silent, the vast sea without a sound.
Between the dark sea and sky, towering walls of darkness stood firmly, isolating the island within, like a cube on high alert, countless mirror shadows and rainbow lights faintly flickered in the solidified darkness, mesmerizing all who beheld it.
Such strict vigilance guarded the gray light that pierced through the heavens and earth on the isolated island.
Unfortunately, despite being tightly guarded, that light continued to flicker, giving off a sense of precariousness...
"It's about time to give up."
The craftsman on the deathly silent sea yawned and opened a packet of peanuts, the shells piling up like a mountain beneath his feet on a plank of wood.
In the white porcelain bottle atop the mud stove, the aroma of alcohol wafted, gradually warming to a palatable temperature, emitting a faint fragrance.
